Volume 1, Chapter 20: Mr. Shen, I am not quite sure how to do this; could you teach me?

Shen Zhi'en’s face burned with a blush so intense it felt as if she were on fire. She rushed forward to press the power button, then dragged the "treasure box" over to Li Shen so they could sort through it together.

However... well, none of that really mattered, because the most pressing issue right now was: was he going to take this mission or not?

"But wouldn't these bronze arrays be even more lethal to the Immortal, Human, Demon, and Monster races?" Mo Fan asked, sounding somewhat skeptical.

Li Huai left behind a lingering afterimage as he instantly appeared atop a massive boulder. He closed his eyes and began to think in silence.

Indeed, Kong Zhi hurriedly averted his gaze. But in that split second of distraction, Li Huai had already unleashed a Heaven Frost Fist, striking directly against Kong Zhi’s Golden Spade Finger.

No, it wasn't cold sweat—it was just that her movements had been too sudden, causing her sanitary pad to shift slightly; she feared it might have leaked.

This explained why Leon treated every mechanical guard as if it were his own personal property, feeling a pang of heartache whenever one was damaged.

Humans are far inferior to species like the Chimera Ants, which can evolve without limit; thus, to humanity, the Dark Continent remains a place of mystery, wonder, and extreme peril.

He knew that Wu Yingying and Bao Ya would surely cease fire upon hearing Qiuqiu’s roar. However, Director You and his subordinates were unfamiliar with the meaning of the exotic beast’s cry and would likely continue to pull their triggers in the chaos. If that happened, their bullets might accidentally strike Qiuqiu.

"What else did you expect? The cultivation level of this Saint Palace Master doesn't even reach the peak I achieved in my prime. How could such a faction possibly possess a genuine Blood Spirit Bodhi Tree? You really are overthinking this," Qiantiannu scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain.

Huang Jing glanced at Lin Xing without offering any specific instructions; he simply waved his hand before departing with the other eunuch.

In other words, every single palm strike delivered by Hayata Nana in her Thousand Cranes Hundred Spirits Slash was dealt by her own true physical form.

Of course, if he so desired, he could forgo sleep entirely or simply dispel the weariness, for the vitality of a cultivator is remarkably abundant.

As expected, the bedroom was completely empty, though the sound of the television could be heard drifting in from the living room.

It seemed he had never indulged in such a drink before; he instinctively coughed twice after finishing, yet his expression remained one of deep contentment.

For the past two millennia, Unit 32 of the Donggeng District had been occupied for the vast majority of the time; the total duration it had sat vacant likely amounted to less than a century.

It was a pity that Shen Baozhu’s good mood did not last long; the moment she laid eyes on Shen Moxuan, her composure completely shattered.

"It has to be direct. Since I’m not exactly a righteous person, overly circuitous tactics just won't work," I said quite bluntly.

Lin Xing didn't even need to think about it; Huang Jing was undoubtedly up to his old tricks, using the excuse of organizing the gift money to reimburse himself for the fifty thousand taels as much as possible.

As Xiao Hongying spoke, she began to undo the buttons of her shirt, and a glimpse of snowy white skin slowly began to emerge from beneath her collar.

One of the two stars had returned to a state of calm, its starlit barrier fading away to reveal the stone platform in its entirety.

As expected of Senior Brother Wang Lu—he didn't even need to speak to know what she wanted to say, and he was always one step ahead in providing comfort.

"If the actual Eternal Heaven Wheel had appeared, I might have felt a shred of apprehension, but this is merely a phantom of the Eternal Heaven Wheel! Do you really think that can stop me?" Wuxiangsheng sneered, his massive hand pressing down toward the phantom of the wheel.